[42 Dugg:] (IllWill313) Ayy On everything, ayy Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of shit 'Member old girl? Even after that, I fucked a lot of bitches I miss you, bro
R.I.P. to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?) Z06, my nigga, that's without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy) My youngin doin' a hundred, that's without a picture (Free them boys, ayy) No family at all, bitch, we kill for a cost You get half off on the Xans, but ain't no deal on the dog Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, bitch, just take a knee These niggas out here fastin', really hate to eat Probably catch me in traffic, nigga (With what?) A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs) Shit, we came from the ground up I know it hurt you niggas when these bitches hound us Ayy, I'll really blow this bitch if I don't sound tough And I ain't braggin', my nigga, I'm more than active, my nigga I really hit niggas' head, that ain't no cappin', my nigga
[BandGang Masoe:] We really came from the basement, we in the attic on niggas We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain't laughin' with niggas They was scared of O, we was blastin' at niggas Ayy, where the mask and the blender? A young scandalous nigga The feds swoopin' my niggas and it damaged a nigga Tend to get a nigga four like I'm gamblin' with it Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it Nigga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it Give that bitch thirty-five hundred, a nigga cancel your Christmas Still play with white squares like I fuck in the dentist Still'll snatch you out your shit without askin' permission Trust me, I live it Seen it or did it, remember it vivid You been pussy since middle school, I know you ain't with it So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us I up this MAC, it's quiet in the room like I'm takin' attendance
[42 Dugg:] A lot of residue from whippin', Mas', I'm takin' the dishes Been in love and fell out, shit, I had to forget it Two hundred thousand in the couch, shit, I'm still from the trenches My niggas fightin' for they life, I pray it's fourth and some inches Prosecutors playin' goalline D I'm in it for the money, let my hoes find beef For all my bros I don't see, hope y'all make it out I thought that they was hatin' then, shit, they hatin' now Shit so crazy in the 10, came from fuckin' with the twins Niggas killed my lil' mans, couldn't even say the route She like, "Dugg, give me the apartment," you can take the house Came from sippin' on a rose, now we Ace-in' now Niggas tellin' on my bros, yeah, them statements out Might not never see my nigga, but I'm wishin' Take me back to 2010, shit was different R.I.P. my nigga Soda, yeah, I miss him
[BandGang Masoe:] Grew up on the Westside, seen a lot of shit Quick to up my pistol, hit a lot of licks, yeah A nigga said our name and we was poppin' shit Even to this day, we still droppin' shit Know you niggas pussy, we the opposite Hit him from the corner, Stojaković The spot so damn hot, I wanna hide the bitch Took a lot of risks to get an icy wrist Your bitch get in the way and we'll murk the bitch So many B's in the crib, we need the curtains fixed Your mans out of state, man, they cursive quick Two straps on me, I'm Urkel, bitch I'm tryna stack it up like that Oprah bitch MoneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
